Before I left, Fiddleford insisted that I listen to him play the banjo.


I could have sworn that as he joyfully played, I could see the age lift off his face, and see the Fiddleford who had been my friend so many years ago.

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blacklight edition of the journal reveals that ford wrote “oh shit, still gay” all over this section

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